I was the coldest I have ever been last weekend.
I was visiting our Mom when both of us hastily decided to take his motorcycle up into the mountains, but you see, I live on the west coast and winters are not actually cold out here…unless you go up in the mountains.
There turned out to be snow up in the mountain and I was chilly cold, but my jacket did little to keep myself and others moderate and our jeans did even less. Don’t even get myself and others started on our hands and face. My Mom was just as cold so both of us decided to stop at a diner for a bite to eat and to moderate up before heading back out. The diner was a lifesaver. The third both of us walked through the door both of us were greeted with a blast of moderate air. Not only did they appear to have excellent central heating, they also had a roaring fireplace going in the study room. The people I was with and I asked to be seated as close to the fireplace as possible. I hardly remember what I ordered but I ate as slowly as possible. My Mom did the same. Neither one of us wanted to go back out into the snow on the motorcycle. I ordered dessert than our Mom ordered coffee. The people I was with and I did what both of us could to linger in the warmth, and eventually both of us had to leave though. The ride beach house was just as cold as the ride there. When both of us got beach house both of us cranked up our Mom’s furnace as high as it would go and tried to thaw out once again.